Draw A Line

The world is taking up
Taking up my life
Taking up my time
Taking up your energy
To idolise and impersonate
That epitome of every moment.
Little do we realise the new one
That we venerate at each step
Is only a mould
But who wants to be a second one?
Draw a line ; Shape the clay that you were cut out from
To cosy up in a niche that you carved.

Epitome

Till My Last Breath

Can we rename life,
And call it learning?
Can we see it in new light,
That burns at each turning?

The coming of age
And the farewell of good sense
Turns into new roads
Of ignorance and folly.

The sun at dawn
That sets down on
All the light and glory
Turning away from us.

The receding waves of
Poseidon; taking with it
Bit by bit ; grain by grain
All the sand in return.

I see the school bell
That pulls away their mind
As you only hear it
Turn their pain into momentary pleasure.

Screeching to a halt
A collision averted
The driver hangs up the call
That could’ve turned lives around.

The turning of paths
The turning of days
The turning of pages
The curves that life carves.

At each bend, at each step
Pours in the need
For each step to find hard ground
For firmness to replace stepping stones.

Throw open the doors of your mind
To learning about life and
As you leaf through its stages
Climb to the peak of knowing
Wave to the people of yours
Let each wave be a learning phase.

Learning

Each one counts

I slid my feet under the warm sand
Establishing a link with the sea
The sea that made me feel a part
Of a bigger picture
But never embraced me, never let me close
It was the sand that held me
Comforted me and let me watch
It was the sand that got me near the sea.

Always a praiser of the water body
How easy was it to forget
The million tiny particles that
Got together to form the beach
The beach that let me be princess
Of a castle of my own
Each little grain being a strong part
Of my tiny creation I had grown.

The rough edged grains that
Grazed my elbows and knees
Giving them a blushed touch
That I would later realise
And regret my act of feeling
Too comfortable ; In the land
Of grains and granules that , like time,
I realised slid out of my hand.

Each second ticking by
Like each grain falling down
I feel the lack of control;
The little I can do to keep hold
So all I do is make the most
Of each moment
As I let the sand slip out
As beautifully as possible.

# Grain